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otro dienu dziedu [Nov. 8th, 2006|03:55 pm]
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pj harvey =who will love me now=

( Who will forgive and make me live again? Who will bring me back to the world again? )
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[Oct. 19th, 2006|06:13 pm]
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"Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine”
(c)Patti Smith
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"Monday or Tuesday." by Virginia Woolf [Oct. 18th, 2006|07:22 pm]
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"LAZY AND INDIFFERENT, shaking space easily from his wings, knowing his way, the heron passes over the church beneath the sky. White and distant, absorbed in itself, endlessly the sky covers and uncovers, moves and remains. A lake? Blot the shores of it out! A mountain? Oh, perfect–the sun gold on its slopes. Down that falls. Ferns then, or white feathers, for ever and ever–

Desiring truth, awaiting it, laboriously distilling a few words, for ever desiring–(a cry starts to the left, another to the right. Wheels strike divergently. Omnibuses conglomerate in conflict)–for ever desiring–(the clock asseverates with twelve distinct strokes that it is mid-day; light sheds gold scales; children swarm)–for ever desiring truth. Red is the dome; coins hang on the trees; smoke trails from the chimneys; bark, shout, cry "Iron for sale"–and truth?

Radiating to a point men's feet and women's feet, black or gold-encrusted–(This foggy weather–Sugar? No, thank you–The commonwealth of the future)–the firelight darting and making the room red, save for the black figures and their bright eyes, while outside a van discharges, Miss Thingummy drinks tea at her desk, and plate-glass preserves fur coats–

Flaunted, leaf-light, drifting at corners, blown across the wheels, silver-splashed, home or not home, gathered, scattered, squandered in separate scales, swept up, down, torn, sunk, assembled–and truth?

Now to recollect by the fireside on the white square of marble. From ivory depths words rising shed their blackness, blossom and penetrate. Fallen the book; in the flame, in the smoke, in the momentary sparks–or now voyaging, the marble square pendant, minarets beneath and the Indian seas, while space rushes blue and stars glint–truth? or now, content with closeness?

Lazy and indifferent the heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them."

From: Monday or Tuesday. by Virginia Woolf. New York: Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc., 1921.
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/woolf/monday/monday-03.html
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manis nav. ir tikai citāti [Oct. 13th, 2006|10:44 pm]
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"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

“How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie – people claim they want to be free – everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security…How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?”

Jim Morrison
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es mīlu Wainonu [Sep. 30th, 2006|12:00 am]
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"From a deep, immaculate kiss she spread her two ripe, dripping limbs and then I happened.
And the moon throbbed and fought with an angry sun all that day and all that night. Until it forced me out.
Now I scald here... alone.
Touch me. With your white words and your dead hands. Now, before I freeze. And become one of you."
Dinky's poem

from «Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael»
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it has been said that one quotes others to better express themselves [Sep. 21st, 2006|12:37 pm]
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"Now, I have never believed myself to be physically attractive. There are three reasons for this:

1. I'm not my type
2. I'm not physically attractive
3. So there"
Stephen Fry
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you so f*cking special.. [Sep. 21st, 2006|12:02 pm]
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" I wish I had something wrong with me.
... because then it will show. I mean there'd be like that tangible proof of how totally weird I feel... instead of having this outside that makes people think I'm always just... fine. Just perfectly fine and well-ajusted. And nobody knows how totally unnormal I feel."
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i don't know, but .. [Sep. 19th, 2006|02:58 pm]
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"Love stinks. You can dress it up in sequins and shoulder pads, but one way or another, you're just gonna end up alone at the spring dance strapped in uncomfortable underwear. "
J. Geils
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[Sep. 15th, 2006|02:07 pm]
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Rufus Wainwright said it best: "you will believe in love, and all that it's s'posed to be, but just until the fish start to smell and you're struck down by a hammer."
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sounds familiar? [Sep. 15th, 2006|01:46 pm]
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"No friends, no family. A completely empty, pointless life. That's right: bury your head in your little books. You don't belong in the real world. The real world doesn't want you."
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[Sep. 15th, 2006|12:53 pm]
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Janis Joplin said it best: "I'd rather be hated for who I am, than love for who I pretend to be"
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vampire?? [Sep. 14th, 2006|11:04 am]
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( Darkness, I think, has its own charm, as long as one can see well enough to avoid tripping over the furniture. As for me, my only desire is the quite natural one to live; to continue my chain of existence. And even that doesn't matter much to me. )
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depression [Sep. 10th, 2006|08:38 pm]
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divi puspunkti no 14 nav. neužeļi depresija?

common symptoms:


  • feeling sad, hopeless or despairing for much of the time


  • tiredness, lack of energy and irritability


  • a loss of interest or pleasure in activities that were once enjoyed


  • a slowing down of mind and body, or increased agitation and restlessness


  • increased anxiety


  • problems remembering, concentrating or making simple decisions


  • feelings of low self-esteem, worthlessness or guilt that is not warranted.


  • feeling isolated and cut off from other people, even those who are close


  • a loss of loving feelings, which can be very distressing


  • a loss of interest in sex


  • changes in eating habits such as eating too much or too little


  • difficulty in getting to sleep, waking much earlier than usual or sleeping too much.


  • feeling much worse in the morning, especially on waking


  • thoughts of suicide or death.

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dead man [Sep. 8th, 2006|01:24 pm]
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E.: Why struggle with fate? Life can be sort of peaceful when you stop struggling.
J.: A lot like drowning that way.
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[Sep. 5th, 2006|11:33 am]
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"I allowed myself to get attracted to his attraction to me."
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mieru, tikai mieru [Sep. 1st, 2006|05:19 pm]
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"Americans sometimes say to me that they have no class system themselves. All human beings have class systems. It can be based on a different thing in a different country, but the thing about breeding is, you can't buy it. You can't buy class."

"I think it's a terrible thing to write and not enjoy it. It's a sad thing. But of course a lot of people do work because they need to eat. And we all need to eat, but that's not the only reason to work. You couldn't have paid me not to write."
(c) Anne Perry


Her story was depicted in the film Heavenly Creatures (1994). Kate Winslet portrayed her as her former self, Juliet Hulme.

Anne Perry was born on October 28, 1938, in London. She was first known as Juliet Marion Hulme, famed co-murderess of friend Pauline Parker's mother in 1954. After serving five years in Mount Eden Prison she moved overseas to be with her mother. In 1979 she published The Cater Street Hangman, the first in a series of successful mystery novels.

Under the terms of her release from prison she and Pauline Parker Reiper were never to see one another again; if they do, they will be returned to prison to serve a life sentence. Perry had sent many letters to Reiper while in prison and upon the her release from prison five years after Perry, but Pauline never replied.
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i like it [Aug. 30th, 2006|12:05 pm]
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ISOLATED- isolated / alone apart / i'll never crawl again/ i'll never fall again / until i'm free / here i stand in this room / caged and trapped inside / seems i'm damned to live a lie / unaware of what's outside / should i care / for what's left me behind / and i stare at light that makes me blind / internally there's nothing left for me to be / i'm here alone / and isolated / have no choice but be isolated / struggling left alone apart / pushed aside made segregated/ struggling left alone apart / see i have no choice but be isolated / threatened forced to extract the heart / pushed aside made segregated / have no choice but be isolated / the monsters make me hide / perhaps i'll eat myself alive / internally what is there left for me to be / i can't care for what's left me behind / and stare at light that makes me blind / these broken walls trap me inside / i'm isolated / have no choice but be isolated / struggling left alone apart / pushed aside made segregated / threatened forced to extract the heart / i'll never crawl again / i'll never fall again / until i'm free / and I stare at light that makes me blind / internally there's nothing left for me to be / i'm here alone and isolated

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citāts pēc citāta [Aug. 23rd, 2006|04:48 pm]
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"None of us get out alive. Now you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you could be grateful that when your body rubs against someone else's, it explodes with enough pleasure that you can forget, even for a minute, that you're only a walking pile of ashes."
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visiem seriāliem kas man patīk ir slikta karma. maz sezonu un debīli laiki [Aug. 22nd, 2006|11:22 pm]
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"My parents keep asking how school was. It's like saying, "How was that drive-by shooting?" You don't care how it was, you're lucky to get out alive"
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i'll never gonna fly [Aug. 22nd, 2006|04:20 pm]
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"I think they should invent a new word... a word that describes how you feel before you kiss someone. I think it's like when a bird decides that it can fly."
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